It couldn’t be, could it? I mean that sort of thing just happens in children’s fairy tales.I felt sure if I stripped off and looked at myself in t...he mirror I would see my old self, I must have been imagining what I saw in the mirror. I closed my eyes tightly and quickly stripped off the pyjamas. Standing in front of the full length mirror on the wardrobe door I opened my eyes.I am afraid I screamed again, this was beginning to make my throat raw, I needed a drink and I was hungry. I also. That meant five more bullets that we had to be careful of.Again, the topography forced him out into the road, so that probably kept him from hiding among the rocks and taking a pot shot at us. We had just started around a bend in this switchback when Abi caught sight of him as he struggled up the road. She snapped off a short burst and announced in triumph, "I got the bastard!"That was good news, but surely the men working the mine had heard shots by now and would be waiting for us. Dammit, why. “Hey Natasha baby! I am here!” she called out to her friend.“She will be here in sometime. Would you like have something? We can have some coffee.”“Uuuuhhh sure. I will be here till then. Could you go and tell her that I am here?”“Ooohhh she has been desperately waiting for you only. ”There you go Anna, your coffee is ready!”He gave her the mug of coffee and as usual, there was a sinister smile on his face. Anna drank some coffee and felt something strange and she was like-what the fuck is. That made him exceptional and precious ; there had been few men who had come along who were attractive and imaginative enough to meet my high standards, and even fewer who were willing to embrace my fantasies. There had been relationships before this one where I had ventured into my fantasy world only to see the object of my affections become distant and cold, or unwilling to play even to a small degree. Worse still had been the rejections. I'd been called everything from pervert to weirdo..